I’m not quite sure how it started, but it has become a tradition for us to stop at The Sugar Bowl in downtown Scottsdale on our way to the airport. Mom always gets their famous nut bread with cream cheese and pineapple. I usually get the tea sandwiches and a dr. pepper.

We play hockey and ski ball. We laugh and get tickets and try to ignore that someone is leaving on a jet plane.

I wasn’t the best hostess for mom’s trip. I was too busy closing my eyes and hoping for the nausea to pass. She got more laundry done in one afternoon that I’ve gotten done in an entire week.

I’m so thankful that she came. I just wish I had been feeling a little better to enjoy it.

Soon, mom, ok? Let’s go on one of our family girl days!